Bees hum and silently suck
Before someone hastens to pluck
Flowers in the prime spring
Radiate grace, a rare thing!
Season of vernal bloom
Fills the mind with new perfume!
Yonder the creepers surround
The tree-trunk with love unbound!
Warm notes of cuckoo near
Haunts strangely the married ear!
Look at the sweet charming rose
Pleasing with fragrance filling eager nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem